Good morning!
A while ago I read an essay about the ritual of coffee-making. It had me thinking of small rituals and how they fit into our everyday lives. What happens if something interrupts our ritual? What happens if we just stop performing the ritual? Why do we need it in the first place or is it not “need” but just something we fell into? I think it’s a way we unconsciously soothe ourselves, allow ourselves to feel safe. Something that is always there, dependable. The act of gathering the ingredients and the movements of coffee-making is automatic, easy - we don’t have to think about it. It’s almost an extension of our bodies. The same movements every day. The same satisfying first sip.
Read “A Thousand Cups of Coffee” by Steve Edwards in The Sun, one of my favorite essays.
I’ve heard about his essay, but thanks for the reminder! Coffee - my obsession, my morning ritual ☕️ 😉
This was lovely. Thanks for putting it on my radar.